BREXIT UPLANDS

Oh those sunlit
Brexit uplands

fields verdant, the grass green
as a mamba
as a dying soldier’s
fiction of
home

and this is now
place worth fighting for
sovereignty restored

so clear
transparent:
not a smudge
of smog to dull or leaden
burn the throat out
like a chemical weapon

no nothing but beauty
permissible here

music and poetry
tremendous industry
goods flowing in
from all over the world

everything else
forget, do not
rue

what the world reflects and composes
as so much
fake news.

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